I feel like my summer is winding down, and it causes a tightening within my chest. I’m seeing more geese heading south, the fall blooming flowers are, well, blooming, and my college classes start next week. Everything in my heart says to enjoy each day as it comes. But, in my reality-based experience, I know that nature is preparing for the long winter ahead, and therefore so must I.
For many people, the Minnesota State Fair is the unofficial end of summer. It starts next week. I can already smell the uncountable grease-on-a-stick delicacies offered, hear the animals in the barns, and see the undulating visitors in all manner of dress and attitude. In my mind it’s a bit like the last oasis of suspended belief…summer is still here and endless. Okay, maybe it is a thin life-line barely attached to an oasis palm tree, but just clinging to it is the best part of my day.